Palais Granvelle below. He had requisitioned it. It was a gorgeous palace, much better than anything the Wettins had owned in Weimar. The Granvelle family had gone bankrupt long since, in any case.
Most of his garrison officers were quartered across the river, in the Quartier Battant, below the Griffon bastion, in the Champagney mansion, which Nicholas Perrot de Granvelle had built for his widowed mother as her dower seat. Fleetingly, he thought about the latest projected cost estimates that Faulhaber had provided for his new citadel and wondered if constructing the luxurious mansions had contributed to the Granvelle bankruptcy.
Besancon was not just defensible. It was beautiful. Residing here would be a pleasure. There were worse reasons for choosing the site of a national capital.
Bernhard glanced around, thoroughly enjoying the pageantry. Even a general could take a day off, now and then.
“Grand Duke of the County of Burgundy?” Kanoffski said to Poyntz. “Now, that’s a truly gemlike combination of words.”
“Why not, if it makes him happy? I understand that he set a lot of genealogists to work. It appears that he is legitimately descended from someone named Jean de Nevers who was count of this region a couple of hundred years ago.”
“Ultimately,” Kanoffski answered, “we all descend from Adam. How many other people now alive descend from this Jean de Nevers?”
“Dozens, if not hundreds. What difference does it make? None of the rest of them have a garrison in Besancon.”
“None of them are marrying a Tuscan grand duchess, either. Grand Duchess and Regent of the County of Tyrol. What odds will you give me that he picked it because he wanted to bring a title at least equal to hers into this marriage?”
“I’m putting my money on saying he picked it because it’s more grandiose than his brothers’ titles. A thousand USE dollars, if we can find some actual written evidence of what went into his decision, one way or the other, of course.”
“The time has come,” Bernhard said that evening. “Considering that one of my brothers is now the prime- minister elect of the USE and another is still Gustavus’ regent in the Upper Palatinate, it seems a propitious moment to see if I can pry an apology out of the old goat and get him to recognize my title and my conquests.”
“Apology? From the emperor?”
“I hear rumors that he apologized to John Hepburn, nearly two years ago. Shrewd move. The encyclopedias say that in the other world, Hepburn was so insulted by what Gustavus said about his Catholic faith that he switched over to the French also. In this world, though, he’s garrisoning Ulm for the USE. If Hepburn can get an apology, then so can I.”
Kanoffski wrote “apology” on the list he was making.
“If I am to concentrate on the challenges coming at me here in the southwest for the time being, which I think that I must, I need a, a modus vivendi with the USE.” Bernhard raised a bushy, nearly black eyebrow. “Not that I intend to let Gustavus guess that I need it. The whole matter must be presented as if I were doing him a favor.”
Kanoffski nodded and wrote modus vivendi on his list.
“I want de Melon present when we’re working out our offer, since Claudia left him behind to work out the details of our own agreement. I want that finalized-signed, sealed, and delivered-before I show my hand to Magdeburg.
“Then, I think, we need to talk to Sattler again. See if you can get him down here.”
Schwarzach, March 1635
“I can’t see that the assassinations in Grantville will have any direct impact on our concerns,” Bernhard said. “The up-timers I hired were very upset about the deaths, though. They requested permission to hold a memorial service. The chancellor radioed me for approval. I told him to go ahead, and make it a good one. Claudia’s up-time hires are all Catholic-not just Trelli and Abruzzo, whom she brought to Schwarzach, but all the rest-so they did a requiem mass in Bolzen with Urban VIII’s dispensation, but none of mine are Catholics. Still, I have to say that the Papists know how to put on a good show, so I got her to radio to the ‘Cardinal Protector’ in Magdeburg and obtain permission for the chancellor to roust them out in Besancon. The city got into the spirit of things. They produced chants, a procession, cloth of gold vestments, and waving banners for those two old Presbyterians.”
Poyntz snorted.
Moscherosch nodded. “Excellent publicity.”
“Next.”
“Brahe, and the SoTF forces from Fulda, are chasing through the Province of Upper Rhine, in pursuit of Butler, Devereux, Geraldin, McDonnell, and their dragoons. Ferdinand of Bavaria, the archbishop of Cologne, ran out of funds to pay them. Duke Maximilian has hired them for Bavaria, to replace Werth and von Mercy. They have to get across Swabia to reach Bavaria.”
The bushy eyebrow went up higher than usual. “So?”
“Horn has suggested coordination. He doesn’t want to see them reach Max. Neither, I presume, do we.”
“We don’t. Send Raudegen to Horn, with powers of attorney to act on my behalf. Make sure that the powers- that-be in Magdeburg are aware that sweetness and light are overcoming the powers of darkness in this matter.”
Von Rosen smirked.
“Tyrol insists that the Vorarlberg and other Habsburg possessions of Vorderosterreich are not negotiable. Additionally, at Grand Duke Bernhard’s death, if he and Claudia de Medici do not leave mutual heirs of their bodies, male or female, the Sundgau and Breisgau, now in possession of the County of Burgundy, will revert to her sons by the late Leopold von Habsburg, archduke of Austria and count of Tyrol.”
De Melon’s voice was calm, but insistent.
“Agreed.”
De Melon looked surprised.
Bernhard shrugged his shoulders. “What’s the point of trying to hold on to the lands I have gained if I don’t leave children? Wilhelm’s a commoner now. He has three healthy sons and Eleonore is pregnant again, but he has declared that even though she has chosen to keep her birth title, their children will take his rank and be commoners also. Little Wettins. The up-time encyclopedia says that Albrecht’s marriage in the other world remained childless; he went ahead and married Dorothea in spite of that. Ernst will inherit much of Saxe-Altenburg’s property when he marries little Elisabeth Sofie. If they go overboard and have eighteen offspring in this world, as they did in the other, I can only say that they will deserve to have to find a way support that many children themselves.”
“What about a sweetener?” de Melon suggested. “Throw in the agreement of both parties that if the two of you leave no surviving children, aside from what reverts to Tyrol and will thus be an integral part of a USE state anyway, the County of Burgundy as a single entity will become a USE province.”
Bernhard raised that eyebrow.
De Melon spread his hands wide. “Hey, it was just a suggestion.”
“It’s a damned good one,” Kanoffski said. “Carrots with your sticks, Bernhard. We’ll all be dead by the time it might happen. Offer Gustavus some carrots.”
Magdeburg, late March 1635
“ Modus vivendi,” Mike Stearns marveled. “Four months ago, who’d’a thunk it?”
Wilhelm Wettin just shook his head. “Not I.”
“It’s a genuine offer,” Sattler said. “I sat in on almost all of the discussions, as did de Melon. Including their reiteration of the point about carrots.”
Frank Jackson snorted. “Right now, Gustavus is simply slavering at the thought of carrot stew.”
“Is there any point,” Hermann of Hesse-Rotenburg asked, “in mentioning to the emperor just how remote the possibility is that the County of Burgundy would ever revert to the USE? Claudia de Medici has an established reputation for fecundity. Bernhard’s parents produced eleven sons.”
Sattler shook his head. “Not, I think, when the emperor’s succession is entirely dependent upon one rather
